Esme Niles Whore ❤️

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I seen one last week, right? Badass chick, heels clickin’ like a fuckin’ metronome, skirt so short I’m like, “Goddamn, where’s the rest?!” Made me happy as hell—real hustle, no bullshit. Reminds me of that scene, “What is this new world?”—whores out there makin’ their own damn world, rules and all. Ain’t no one tellin’ them shit. That’s power, motherfucker!

Shutout in Seattle: Part 2

hooker, a young lady he met at the coffee shop among other women. Did this make Nile's a womanizing whore hopper? Infidelity much? And let's not forget.

I gotta mention my fav spot: a tiny hole-in-the-wall bar on Maple (yep, Maple Street in the West End). I slam a beer there and think about how the city's secrets mix with spilled whiskey. Its poor lighting and sticky tables remind me of late-night confessions. Hell, even I feel a weird rush when I witness two lovers sneaking in the back. Not that I'd ever join them—nah, I hate everything—but it's a damn sight.

State Police in Niles planning pancake breakfast, bicycle event to meet the community